Finn's stomach tumbled a bit. It was a bit embarrassing, to be honest, considering he had been a beggar and he actually witnessed a few murders happen growing up.
It was just that people of their strata didn't gather any attention from the police. Even on Earth, where laws still existed, the backstreets felt like a different world that the law didn't care for.
He was never comfortable in any of them. He'd rather slaughter a hundred beasts than have to deal with this.
The fire continued to burn, burning their skin, clothes, and other items. As for the bones, it'd take too long, so he simply used his [Sticky Soil] skill to completely submerge them.
"Is it six feet?"
"No, three feet," Finn said. "Most monsters wouldn't bother with this anyway. It'd also decompose faster."
As for why he knew this, some random beggar was apparently a criminal and would mumble random 'tips' among the beggar kids.
